Have an indulgent eyeroll, Doctor, "Oh for God's sake, just because someone's talking it doesn't mean they're talking about you, Ms. Hilton. I was talking about him."

The Master points out the comatose lump that used to be West to Bumblebee, "I'd rather he didn't wake up and decide to come spring his little buddy here. Just-- carry him. You look like a strapping lad."

Seems all that time spent as Prime Minister/ruler of the world taught him a thing or two about authority. Time was when the Master was happy to skulk in the shadows, try on snazzy disguises, all that mumbo-jumbo. Guess he just doesn't have the attention span for that these days.

"Alright," he says to the slug, gesturing theatrically, "Lead the way."